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medicine without being sick yourself and brew wine without drink-
ing it. Why do you trouble yourself for others?* I would smile and
reply: 'No, this is all for my own benefit When patients obtain
medicine, I feel better in my own body, and when drinkers get tipsy,
I feel happier in my own spirit.'

"Tungkaotse served at the palace and received three quarts of wine
per day. His brother once asked him: 'Are you happy serving the
court?* What happiness/ replied Tungkaotse, 'is there in serving the
court? But there is considerable attraction in the daily gifts of three
quarts of liquor from the imperial cellar P There is no government
ban on wine here, and I can brew it at home, obtaining thirteen
gallons from ten bushels of rice. The five magistrates of Kukong,
Canton, Huichow, Shiinchow, and Meichow give rne presents of
wine from time to time, so that Fm having more than Tungkaotse.
Tungkaotse called himself 'Mr. Ten Gallons', but received only three
quarts a day. He did not have enough for himself, and certainly
could not spare it for his friends. As for me, if I were in his place
and received that amount, two quarts and a half would go into the
stomachs of my rustic friends. Tungkaotse was a friend of Chung-
chang Kuang. He practiced the art of prolonging life and foretold
the day of his death and wrote his own epitaph. I am his friend,
living a thousand years after him. January 13, 1095."

Su Tungpo wrote a dithyrambic verse in praise of liquor* Even to
ne who does not know the pleasure of wine, his description of the
lessed state of half stupefaction sounds convincing.

Praise of Strong Wine

"In men, one should prefer a mild temperament, but in wine, one
need not avoid strong potency. For through such wine, one forgets
one's sorrow as yesternight's dream, and arrives at an understanding
of the truth of the universe. . . . For wine is like a second life to
man. It is often in that state of blissful comfort and luxurious ease
after a drink that one finds one's own soul True enough, rice and
yeast are ordinary insensate things, and one would not expect that
they would be. instrumental in tapping the divine afflatus. But the
mysterious power of this magic potion seems to rival the mysteries of
the universe. It increases one's joy in times of success and keeps one
from harm in times of sorrow. It is cool like the autumn dew and
caressing like the spring wind. One's spirit flushes and flutters like
the glow of the morning sun after the night's clouds have melted
away. One's pores open and one's eyes become bright. . . . He sits
there oblivious of the material world, his spirit becoming